Escaping the Dream, October 20, 2009
If you live a dream, if you are the happiest that you have ever been, would you want to leave it, knowing that it was truly all just a dream? I think I have been living in a dream world for the past couple of weeks. We saw each other on the dance floor, I smiled, and she smiled… that spells trouble. I moved nearer and nearer to her, ever so afraid that I too would be yet another failed suitor, attempting to reach the unreachable. But to my utter astonishment and “luck,” I was not pushed away. Amazing you say, incredible says I. Could it be that me, the man who has wondered across so many lands and have met so many people have finally found something, some dream, some one of interest? Is the suspense killing you too?
It does all start with a look. In a place so full of people, we found each other and smiled without saying a word. We laughed without a word. All we did was dance. Dance and surround ourselves in the presence of the other. This continued for days and weeks, and really has no sign of an end. Are there any doubts? Of course, is one ever really sure about anything? Do things seem too good to be true? Of course. But is living in this dream world going to last forever? God, I hope so.
Why can’t I sleep forever? I am nothing but a dreaming, hopeless romantic, and she is just a dream. She is a poem that a poet never wrote. Maybe she is not real, maybe she is just a figment of my imagination. Can this lotus stay in bloom for as long as I stay asleep? I am afraid that if I wake up, I will wake up, back home, in bed. Back in my cell, with no one to talk to but the rocks on the wall, all 9,500 of them.
I think that I am waking up, everyday, but it is still another dream... she is there, already saying good morning, already putting a smile on my face, and making me feel that today is going to be the best day ever.
To hell with waking up, I am hitting the snooze button as long as I can with this one. Just another 5 more minutes, another 5 more minutes.
If you live a dream, if you are the happiest that you have ever been, would you want to leave it, knowing that it was truly all just a dream? I think I have been living in a dream world for the past couple of weeks. We saw each other on the dance floor, I smiled, and she smiled… that spells trouble. I moved nearer and nearer to her, ever so afraid that I too would be yet another failed suitor, attempting to reach the unreachable. But to my utter astonishment and “luck,” I was not pushed away. Amazing you say, incredible says I. Could it be that me, the man who has wondered across so many lands and have met so many people have finally found something, some dream, some one of interest? Is the suspense killing you too?
It does all start with a look. In a place so full of people, we found each other and smiled without saying a word. We laughed without a word. All we did was dance. Dance and surround ourselves in the presence of the other. This continued for days and weeks, and really has no sign of an end. Are there any doubts? Of course, is one ever really sure about anything? Do things seem too good to be true? Of course. But is living in this dream world going to last forever? God, I hope so.
Why can’t I sleep forever? I am nothing but a dreaming, hopeless romantic, and she is just a dream. She is a poem that a poet never wrote. Maybe she is not real, maybe she is just a figment of my imagination. Can this lotus stay in bloom for as long as I stay asleep? I am afraid that if I wake up, I will wake up, back home, in bed. Back in my cell, with no one to talk to but the rocks on the wall, all 9,500 of them.
I think that I am waking up, everyday, but it is still another dream... she is there, already saying good morning, already putting a smile on my face, and making me feel that today is going to be the best day ever.
To hell with waking up, I am hitting the snooze button as long as I can with this one. Just another 5 more minutes, another 5 more minutes.
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